When dozens of guns fired at the same time, she thought she and Zhou Ziwei were about to be shot dead together. But in the blink of an eye, she saw countless bullet heads suddenly appear in front of Zhou Ziwei.
The bullets were flying very fast. Normally, ordinary people would not be able to see a bullet in flight with the naked eye, but she really saw it just now. She could clearly see that when the bullet heads flew more than half a meter away from Zhou Ziwei, their speed suddenly dropped, and then they barely moved forward at a snail's pace for about ten centimeters before they were completely stuck there and could not move an inch.
Ma Xiaoying's pupils suddenly contracted as she stared intently at the bullets hovering in the air. Her brain seemed to crash, completely losing the ability to think.
Zhou Ziwei did indeed resemble Neo, the protagonist of The Matrix. I remember being genuinely shocked by the series of high-difficulty stunts in the film when I first saw this American blockbuster in my previous life.
Neo's final scene, where he ignored the bullets, was incredibly cool.
Before, Zhou Ziwei didn't have that ability, and could only fantasize about it occasionally in his mind. But now that he has this ability, if he doesn't try it out and show off, he will always feel like something is missing... or maybe this is what is called virginity! He originally wanted to imitate Neo by stretching out his finger and slowly picking up a stationary bullet in front of him, and striking a pose or something.
However, as soon as Zhou Ziwei sensed that the force field in front of him was consuming a large amount of his soul power, he immediately lost all interest in playing around.
His main purpose for this trip was to find a way to accumulate as much soul power as possible, not to idly waste soul power just to look cool.
So Zhou Ziwei stopped acting according to the script, gave a cold, sharp shout, and flicked his hands.
With a series of "thud" sounds, more than a dozen bullets floating in front of him disappeared, and in front of him... the dozen or so thugs of the Mita Group, led by the scarred man, immediately had a round, bloody hole in their foreheads.
Before the dozen or so thugs in the first row could fall to the ground, Zhou Ziwei flicked his wrists again, and another dozen or so thugs were instantly turned into corpses.
When Zhou Ziwei waved his hands again, attempting to kill the last dozen or so men in one go, the thugs, who had been somewhat dumbfounded, suddenly all knelt down on the ground, threw down their weapons, and began to kowtow to Zhou Ziwei, crying and begging for mercy.
Zhou Ziwei was stunned for a moment upon seeing this, and could only sigh. With a thought, the force field space lost the support of a large amount of soul power, and the bullets trapped in it were immediately affected by the Earth's gravity again, making a series of crisp "clanging" sounds as they fell to the ground.
Shaking his head helplessly, Zhou Ziwei felt that he had overestimated himself. He thought that after experiencing the bitterness of being reborn, he could truly regard human life as worthless and kill people as ruthlessly as crushing an insect... But in reality... he still couldn't bring himself to kill these people who had lost the ability to resist and had already surrendered, even though he had originally planned to use this method to force Mita Masao out.
He had even planned that if Masao Mita could refrain from coming out, he could thoroughly wipe out the Mita Group's forces and absorb as much soul power as possible...
Anyway, Zhou Ziwei never had a good impression of the Japanese, and as for the Japanese underworld gangs, they were the worst of the worst. Killing more people like that might indirectly be doing a great service to the ordinary people of the island nation...
However, once those people knelt down, Zhou Ziwei really couldn't bring himself to do it... He thought about it, and although these people were somewhat scoundrels, who was he? What right did he have to end these people's lives at will?
With another soft sigh, Zhou Ziwei waved his hand, signaling those kneeling and begging for mercy to step aside.
He then frowned slightly, considering his next move. Should he continue to wait and see, or interrogate these people to obtain more comprehensive information about the Mita Group's power, and then attack them one by one? He didn't believe that if he swept away the Mita family's businesses one by one, Mita Masao would really sit still.
However, before Zhou Ziwei could decide what to do, the sound of a police siren suddenly came from afar outside the door... Of course, the police car was actually quite far away, and no one else could hear it at all. It was just that Zhou Ziwei's hearing was six times that of an ordinary person, so he could accurately detect any sound from a distance.
The arrival of the police is such a headache...
Zhou Ziwei didn't need to care about the police's interference at all, and he could even kill all the nosy Japanese police officers who came to meddle... Anyway, his current appearance was not his real face. No matter how many people he killed, he could just blend into the crowd, change his clothes, and change his appearance again. He was guaranteed that even if he swaggered past the police station, no one would recognize him.
However... in Zhou Ziwei's mind, there is still a big difference between the police and the gangsters. He can kill without blinking an eye when dealing with these foreign gangsters, but he cannot be so reckless with the police, who at least on the surface symbolize justice and peace.
Since the police had arrived, and Zhou Ziwei didn't want any further conflict, he had no choice but to leave temporarily… Before leaving, Zhou Ziwei casually pulled out a banknote from his pocket, tore it in half, and handed one half to Ma Xiaoying. Then, he said with a smile, “You shouldn’t have forgotten what I told you earlier, right? Hmm… I don’t have time to sign any equity division agreement with you right now. Consider this banknote as proof of our relationship! When we come back here to meet again in the future, it might not be me who comes. You don’t need to care whether the person is male or female, old or young. It’s about the object, not the person. As long as the other party has this half of the banknote, then they are the holder of 90% of the equity, understand? As for the threat from the Mita Group, don’t worry, I’ll handle it. I guarantee that no one will dare to pursue this matter against you again…”
After saying that, Zhou Ziwei stopped talking and immediately pulled Ma Xiaoying out of the gate. He then pointed out the location of the parking lot and told her to drive away immediately. Zhou Ziwei then quickened his pace and headed in another direction.
Ma Xiaoying was almost sleepwalking as Zhou Ziwei pulled her out the door. Only when Zhou Ziwei was out of sight did she suddenly wake up. She then felt a little scared as she thought that it seemed that the person hadn't left a name at all, nor had he mentioned how much money he had left her.
What if... what if I can't find the car he mentioned, or... even if I do find it, but there's nothing inside? What if, after some time, this person suddenly comes knocking again, wanting to take over his so-called shares? What will I do then?
However, Ma Xiaoying immediately thought that given Zhou Ziwei's incredible abilities, getting money would be incredibly easy for him. It seemed pointless for him to resort to such methods to extort a working girl like her. In fact, her meager daily wage was barely enough for her and her daughter to survive; there was no money left over. Even if that man wanted to extort her, what did she have to offer besides her body? And given his power, if he really wanted to take advantage of her… could she refuse? Why would he bother with all that trouble?
So, in this state of anxiety and uncertainty, Ma Xiaoying walked somewhat dazedly to the paid parking lot that Zhou Ziwei had mentioned. Along the way, she saw one police car after another whizzing past her, all seemingly heading towards the music square. Her heart tightened, and she immediately quickened her pace, rushing into the parking lot. Following Zhou Ziwei's description, she indeed found the car, pressed the electronic key in her hand, and the car door beeped and opened.
Ma Xiaoying breathed a slight sigh of relief. At least the car did exist, so there must be some money inside.
Actually... since I have no power to resist the other party, why should I care how much money they leave me? If it's only a few hundred thousand, or even tens of thousands, I can simply use that money to open a small convenience store in the countryside. If that person wants to take the shares of the convenience store, I can just give them all to him...
While comforting herself, Ma Xiaoying opened the car door with anticipation, only to be completely stunned by the pile of banknotes that filled almost the entire back seat of the car...
Zhou Ziwei hadn't gone far when he received a message from Wu Di, which listed brief information on dozens of the main industries of the Mita Group in Donggang City.
Among them, there are more than 30 businesses involved in organized crime, and they are all of a very large scale, far exceeding the size of the small music square we just visited.
Zhou Ziwei nodded to himself, thinking that Wu Di's efficiency was still so fast. Originally, Wu Di's power was only in the Yunnan area, and he was not familiar with the island country at all. However, he was able to find so much information in such a short time through his connections. It was clear how much he cared about his affairs. It was not for nothing that he helped him cure his lame leg.
After a brief analysis of the information he had, Zhou Ziwei immediately identified his new target – the Donggang International Hotel.
This is said to be the most luxurious hotel in the entire island, and it was rated as a super five-star hotel a few years ago. Its high level of luxury goes without saying, and it also seems to be the second tallest building in Donggang City.
However, Zhou Ziwei learned from the information that the Donggang International Hotel was probably the real headquarters of the Mita Group in Donggang City. The Mita Group had many shady businesses that were carried out under the cover of this international hotel, which could be described as a den of iniquity.
In this light, if Masao Mita hasn't left Donggang City, then this is the most likely place where he's hiding. After all, that guy is used to a life of luxury and must pay a lot of attention to enjoyment. And if he wants to enjoy himself, what place could be better than this super five-star hotel?
Zhou Ziwei immediately hailed a taxi and headed straight for the Donggang International Hotel...
If we're going to target the Mita family, let's go for something big. Dealing with a bunch of small fry like this is just too boring...
However, to Zhou Ziwei's utter surprise, when he arrived at the Donggang International Hotel full of murderous intent, ready to cause a scene, he saw a row of numerous hostesses standing outside the door, as well as a group of staff who were clearly high-ranking hotel employees, all respectfully waiting in front of the hotel, as if they were waiting to receive some important figure.
Zhou Ziwei frowned, but didn't care too much. So what if the prime minister of the island nation wanted to come here for an inspection? He came here today to cause trouble. Since that's the case, the bigger the commotion, the better. Then let's see if Mita Masao will continue to be his ninja turtle.
Zhou Ziwei got out of the car and immediately swaggered toward the hotel's main entrance, unabashedly exuding a murderous aura. He figured that the hotel's security personnel would immediately come forward to stop him, giving him an excuse to cause a scene.
However, Zhou Ziwei found that his provocative demeanor did not elicit any obstruction from the security personnel lined up around the welcoming team. Upon seeing his arrival, they immediately showed awe and respectfully made way for him.
A well-dressed middle-aged man quickly stepped forward, stopped two meters in front of Zhou Ziwei, bowed deeply, and said, "Chief Santian is waiting for you inside... Please come with me."
“Mita Masao is waiting for me.” Zhou Ziwei was taken aback upon hearing this, then couldn’t help but smile wryly.
It seems this Masao Mita is truly a ruthless character who can take things in stride... He probably already knows what I did at the music plaza and has guessed what he's up to. Now that I've brazenly stormed into the Donggang International Hotel, if I cause any more trouble here, even if Masao Mita manages to escape with his life this time, he'll likely be unable to explain himself to the Japanese government. And this cowardly coward has repeatedly dealt devastating blows to the Mita family's interests; he'll probably be unable to continue as the family head, which is something he absolutely cannot allow to happen...
Since he knew he couldn't escape this calamity sooner or later, what was the point of continuing to hide? Left with no other choice, Masao Mita had no choice but to confront Zhou Ziwei, this terrifying killing god.
As the middle-aged man led him to the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel, Zhou Ziwei was greeted with humility by two beautiful women dressed in Japanese kimonos. He then saw the extraordinary-looking Masao Mita once again.
Masao Mita was still wearing the same traditional Japanese clothing, and the aura of a ruler he exuded was still so powerful that his original stand-in could never replicate it.
The moment Masao Mita saw Zhou Ziwei, his aura of power vanished without a trace. He looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant, his expression as forlorn as a condemned prisoner awaiting execution.
"I'm sorry... sir..." Upon seeing Zhou Ziwei enter, the two women in kimonos immediately closed the door tightly from the outside. Once the door was closed to outsiders, Mita Masao immediately bowed respectfully to Zhou Ziwei, then put on a sincere expression and said, "It was indeed my arrangement for Blood Shadow to challenge you earlier, and I deeply apologize for that. If you want an explanation, sir, I can entrust my life to you. However... I hope you can spare the Mita Group and my family. Please..."
After saying this, Masao Mita immediately drew a cold, curved sword from the wall beside him. After a slight hesitation, he let out a muffled roar and slashed the sword fiercely down towards his own abdomen...
This guy is really a ruthless character...
Seeing this, Zhou Ziwei couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration for Mita Masao. After a slight hesitation, he immediately raised his hand, sending the ladybug flying silently to crash into the back of the scimitar. The impact caused Mita Masao to cry out and stumble back several steps, almost falling. The scimitar he had just used with all his might slipped from his hand and fell to the corner of the wall, with a small, round hole completely pierced through its blade.
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Looking at the small, round hole on the blade, Masao Mita's expression suddenly changed drastically. He hadn't seen Zhou Ziwei holding anything, and there was nothing else on the ground. Didn't that mean... what Zhou Ziwei had knocked the curved sword out of his hand wasn't a physical substance, but just... a wisp of air?
A mere wisp of air generated with a wave of the hand can pierce directly through a curved blade made of refined steel. What terrifying power that must possess!
Zhou Ziwei snorted coldly, swaggered down on the leather sofa in the room, coughed lightly at the stunned Mita Masao standing there, and said, "Want to atone with your death? That's a good idea... but... you'll have to wait for my permission first. How can you die without my consent?"
"How could you die without my consent?" What a simple yet terrifying statement... Before today, Masao Mita had said similar words to countless people, causing many to wish they were dead. But he never imagined that the wheel of fortune would turn and that one day he, Masao Mita, would become the victim.
No matter how much resentment and fear he felt, Masao Mita dared not show it in the slightest. He could only sigh helplessly and say, "Then I wonder what you, sir, would want me to do to spare the Mita family and let me die peacefully?"
Zhou Ziwei curled his lip upon hearing this and said, "Why does death have to happen? Actually, you don't need to worry too much. I have absolutely no interest in your so-called Mita family. If I really wanted to take over your Mita family, with my abilities... hehe... I wouldn't even need to find your puppet... Oh, where is your puppet master? Could it be that you've already killed him? Haha... you're really cautious enough!"
Masao Mita's forehead veins throbbed slightly as he said in a deep voice, "Yes... I've already killed that person. Actually, someone warned me a long time ago that he looked far too much like me. If he were ambitious and had even a little skill, he could easily assassinate me and take my place. I just knew he was always timid, so I wasn't worried about that happening. However... after yesterday's events, I know how dangerous that is. Although the puppet himself is timid, if someone with a bit more courage threatens him with his life, anything is possible. So... it's cleaner to kill him..."
Masao Mita solemnly told Zhou Ziwei about this matter without any concealment, simply to make Zhou Ziwei understand that if Zhou Ziwei still wanted to indirectly control the Mita family through that puppet, it would be absolutely impossible.
And Masao Mita is not a coward who fears death, so... if Zhou Ziwei has any great ambitions for the Mita family, it is impossible for him to achieve them.
Zhou Ziwei could easily understand such an obvious meaning. He smiled slightly, then suddenly pointed to his nose and asked, "So, do you think I'm brave or not?"
“You?” Masao Mita was slightly taken aback, then smiled wryly and said, “If you are considered timid, then there is no one in this world who is timid.”
"You flatter me...hehe..." Zhou Ziwei chuckled again, then his expression suddenly changed, and he said seriously, "Actually, you've completely misunderstood something. If I really wanted to control your Mita family, I wouldn't need any puppets or your cooperation. If I wanted to, I could become the head of the Mita family anytime..."
As Zhou Ziwei spoke, he noticed that Masao Mita's lips twitched slightly, clearly indicating his disapproval, though he dared not show it. He pointed to his own nose again and said, "You don't believe me? Then look closely... look at my face, see who I am..."
After Zhou Ziwei finished speaking, under the gaze of Mita Masao, his face suddenly twisted slightly, and his whole face rippled like water for a moment. After it stabilized again, he had become exactly the same as Mita Masao.
"This—my God—" Masao Mita witnessed the miracle of Zhou Ziwei's instantaneous change of expression and was so shocked that he exclaimed loudly, his body went limp, and he fell straight down on the carpet.
His eyes, however, seemed to be fixed on Zhou Ziwei's face, unable to move an inch, as if they were tethered by something...
Prior to this, Masao Mita only knew that Zhou Ziwei's appearance was somewhat similar to that of a high-ranking member of the Mita Group named Ono, but he was not very clear about the specific similarities because he had not had much contact with Ono in the past.
In his opinion, Zhou Ziwei probably already looked quite similar to Xiao Ye, so with a little makeup, it wouldn't be difficult for him to pass for her.
Masao Mita had considered that Zhou Ziwei might be skilled in makeup and disguise, but he didn't believe that changing a person's face could achieve the legendary level of indistinguishability from the real thing.
Moreover, even the most sophisticated makeup techniques have flaws that can be found. Fake is always fake, so how could it possibly be exactly the same as real?
However, when he witnessed Zhou Ziwei's transformation, his previously fixed mindset was completely shattered. He could see that Zhou Ziwei wasn't using any clever makeup techniques at all; he had clearly used a magical power to genuinely change his appearance. It wasn't just about sticking something on his face or applying some color to deceive others; it was about truly changing his face shape and even his skin tone, completely, or rather, truly transforming him into a completely different person.
Because of the existence of a puppet that looks remarkably like himself, Masao Mita sometimes worries that he might be impersonated by the puppet. So, he often looks at himself in the mirror with a narcissistic air, carefully observing his appearance and finding differences between himself and the puppet. He then secretly tells his trusted confidants to prevent the puppet from being instructed by someone to impersonate him and issue orders that are detrimental to the Mita family when he is not around.
That's why Masao Mita's familiarity with his own appearance is far beyond that of ordinary people. However, now, facing Zhou Ziwei's face, which changed in just a second, no matter how hard he racked his brains to search for it, he couldn't find even the slightest flaw. If he hadn't just witnessed the whole process of Zhou Ziwei's face changing, he probably would have suspected that the person was a shadow that he had split off in a moment...
"So? Do you believe me now? If I wanted to, I could become the head of the Mita family anytime, anywhere, or I could become any important member of the Mita family, or even... I could directly become the Prime Minister of the island nation and issue an order to a secret department to purge the Mita family... So... do you think that if I really wanted to do something to your Mita family, I would need your cooperation?"
“I understand…” Masao Mita nodded slightly, his face pale, and said, “Now I realize how foolish I was to make such a decision yesterday, which offended a powerful person like you… Sigh… Tell me what you need me to do? As long as it is within my power, I will not dare to disobey in the slightest.”
Zhou Ziwei nodded in satisfaction. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly pulled out a small steel-wrapped bottle from his pocket, walked up to Masao Mita, and said coldly, "Open your mouth..."
Seeing this, Masao Mita hesitated for a moment, but after thinking about it, he realized that if this powerful figure wanted to kill him, he could do so easily with a wave of his sleeve. If he wanted to gain power in the Mita family, he could simply kill him and take his place immediately. There was really no need to do anything to him. Or rather... even if Zhou Ziwei wanted to do something, he was powerless to stop him. Since that was the case... what was the point of continuing to struggle?
Left with no other choice, Masao Mita obediently opened his mouth, allowing Zhou Ziwei to drip a drop of milky white liquid into it...
"Ah..." As the drop of liquid rolled down his throat and into his stomach, Masao Mita suddenly felt a burning pain throughout his body, as if he were being burned by fire. He couldn't help but fall to the ground and howl hoarsely.
Upon hearing the hoarse scream, Masao Mita's trusted bodyguards, despite having been instructed by him not to enter the room under any circumstances, and even not to seek revenge on anyone who entered, couldn't resist kicking open the door to the presidential suite and rushing in with their weapons in hand...
But as soon as they barged in, the group froze.
The person writhing on the ground in pain sounded somewhat like the boss's voice, and was wearing the clothes the boss had just worn. However, the person's face was deathly pale and contorted so drastically that it was impossible to discern their features.
The other person clearly looked like their boss, but his clothes seemed a little different from before, as if... as if the guest who had just entered was wearing them.
But... he doesn't look like an imposter at all...
"Get out of here, all of you! Anyone who dares to trespass again will be killed on the spot!" Zhou Ziwei shouted coldly, mimicking the tone and accent of Masao Mita. His aura and power were definitely stronger than Masao Mita's usual self, which immediately made the bodyguards shiver involuntarily. They quickly bowed and agreed, carefully leaving the room and closing the door behind them.
Although some of them might have doubts about this person's identity, none of them dared to show the slightest hint of questioning.
Masao Mita's howling lasted for two or three minutes before gradually subsiding. Afterward, he felt that after experiencing the torment of life and death, he not only did not die, but felt as if his whole body had been reborn and instantly regained a lot of vitality and life, as if he had become more than ten years younger again.
Seeing the shocked and delighted look on Mita Masao's face, Zhou Ziwei couldn't help but smile slightly and said, "How is it? Don't you feel that your body has become much younger and your strength has increased a lot?"
"Yes, yes, yes..." Masao Mita glanced at Zhou Ziwei, somewhat at a loss, and said, "Sir, what is this...?"
He truly felt the incredible transformative effect of that drop of milky white liquid on his body. For a moment, it felt like a dream. Compared to this powerful effect, the excruciating pain he had just experienced made him secretly tremble with fear. However, compared to that, what did a little suffering matter as long as he could gain these benefits? But no matter how he thought about it, he felt that he should be considered an enemy whom the other party wanted to kill as soon as possible. He really couldn't understand why the other party would not only not kill him, but also give him such great benefits.